watchandsee (watchandsee) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-11-20 01:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | place: la, ~jacob stuart, ~phoebe stevens |
Who: Jacob & Phoebe
Where: Hyperion
When: Friday evening 11/20
Alright! Now... THIS was exciting. Phoebe Stevens had been dying to get a watcher since she and her friend Naomi found out what they were. Now, the teenager was practically RUNNING to the Hyperion, going so far as to skip softball practice to do this. Dressed in the outfit she WOULD have been playing ball in (little shorts and white jersey), the Slayer walked into the lobby of the revamped hotel, looking to see who she'd been paired up with. Hopefully he'd be even a fraction as cool and cute as Naomi's...
Jacob had been told to go to the hotel by Giles and had made arrangements so that he could. He had arrived a few minutes prior and was seated with a book in his hands. He was a little less stodgy and refused to wear tweed, but he was very Giles like. He was dressed in jeans and a plain white tee shirt. He glanced around every few minutes, not quite sure what his slayer would look like. That was something he probably should have asked about. But he figured that she'd find him.
"You." Phoebe pointed at him, nibbling her bottom lip with a grin. "Please please PLEASE tell me you're Jacob? Please?" Because if so? At least she and Naomi could BOTH squee about the respective hotness of their watchers...
He heard the female voice and looked over at her and arched a brow. "Yes, I'm Jacob..." he said as he stood up. His voice held a British accent, that no matter how long he was in the states, didn't seem to diminish at all. "You're Phoebe?" he asked as he closed his book.
"Yes. Phoebe. Is... is me." She stopped, rolling her eyes as she realized how dumb she sounded. So she got a little heavy-lipped around good looking guys, ok? DEAL. "Sorry. Just... kind of excited to have a watcher finally. I was starting to feel like a 'tard or something. I mean, even the crazy/mentally deficient girl has one, you know?" Yeah... nice way to talk about poor Selinda, you dope.
He smiled as he looked down at her. "Its alright, Phoebe. I can understand you being excited to have a watcher... I've been a little nervous about actually having my first charge." he admitted as he ran his fingers through his dark hair.
"So you kinda hit the jackpot with me, you know?" And so humble, too. Obviously. "I mean, I'm naturally athletic, so this stuff is probably gonna be like second nature to me."
He arched a brow at her lack of modesty. "Most slayers are naturally athletic. Its in your genes." he said as he looked her over. "Its learning how to use what you have naturally in a different way." he said simply.
"We gotta train with my friend Naomi and HER watcher sometime." Phoebe grinned mischievously, leaning against the wall. "So she can see that MY watcher is every bit as cute as hers." Because obviously, that's the most important part of being a vampire slayer. Le sigh.
He cocked his head to the side. "I don't really think that my attractiveness or her watcher's attractiveness should be the focus during training. And I prefer not to train with others, as their style may not work with our methods."
"Well damn. Oh well... it's ok. We'll teach each other. You teach me to be a kick-ass slayer, I'll teach you how to have social skills." Oh dear. Was she flirting? teasing? A little of both?
He wasn't quite sure how to take the spunky girl, but figured that either she was teasing him or... well he wasn't really sure what the or was. He ran his fingers through his hair and arched a brow. "I don't see how my social skills are really being questioned, but I will train you to be a well rounded and effectual slayer."
"Awesome. And I'll seriously teach you to be a TOTAL babe magnet. You got the looks already.. you just need to loosen up a little. Maybe we can really learn from each OTHER, right?" Sweetly, she was actually trying here. She wanted a good working relationship since they'd be spending so much time together. "So do we need to figure out a schedule or something?"
He was a little baffled by how he had been roped into how his social skills had even come up. He had to admit he was a little stodgy... but then again he was English and had been raised to do exactly what he was doing. Watching and training slayers. "Perhaps we can learn from one another, but we'll stick to me training you for slaying to start with." he said as he shook his head a soft smile spreading across his lips. "Yeah we need to figure out a schedule. Who have you been training with and how have you been training?" he asked.
"Well, my only real training so far has been some basic reading from the books my friend Naomi was given by her watcher. They've both been really cool to help me till Mr. Giles could find me a watcher of my own."
He nodded his head. "Well then what time do you get out from school and what activities are you involved in?" he asked as he leaned against the arm of the sofa he'd been sitting on, trying to get some sort of schedule in mind to work with his own schedule at the university.
She muttered to herself lightly, trying to remember her schedule. "Well... I get out of school every day at 2:30... but I'm supposed to practice with the softball team once or twice a week, plus we have games sometime..."
He nodded his head as he pulled his PDA out. "I work at the University Monday, Weds, and Thursday during the day, and I'm off by 4." he said as he looked over at her. "So I'm pretty flexible for time. I've got a nice training room at my place if you are comfortable there, if not, we can find someplace else to train..."
"This place isn't far from the school, so maybe for now we can use the training room here? At that time, the other girls should be done or at least finishing..." Ok, so sure... he was cute, but she STILL wasn't gonna just go to some guy's house without knowing him well...
He shrugged softly as he nodded his head. "that works for me. This isn't too far from the university... and I only live a few blocks from here." he said as he ran his hand over his head again. "So what time do you want to meet?"
"2:45 good for you? Except Tuesday and Thursday... that's gotta be at like... 5 or so. Because I gotta practice with the team." Ah. Yes. Because when you have a sacred power, it must be used for cheating to break softball records, hm?
He arched a brow. "Phoebe, I don't get off until 4 on Monday, Weds and Thursday..."
"Oh. Duh." Yep. Phoebe LISTENED. Obviously. "Sorry. I was a little distracted. And excited. Sigh. Ok... wanna do 5pm all week then?" She smirked then, whispering lightly. "Although is it ok if I cancel now and then? Like... if I manage to land a guy or something? Because all work and no play makes Feebz grumpy."
He arched a brow as he took a breath. "Five all week would work, and shouldn't dates be after training? I mean this is your calling?" he asked as he shook his head.
"Well yeah, but... hello! Boys? I mean... I *am* a teenager, you know..." Ohhh dear. Let's face it... Phoebe was going to try to be a good student. But this was NOT gonna be easy.
He could almost of smacked his own forehead. "I'm going to have my work cut out for me..." he mumbled. "I haven't been out of my teen years so long that I don't know how high your hormones are running."
"Oh DAMN you have no idea..." She muttered, looking at him, before catching herself and blushing FURIOUSLY. "Aaaaaand I'd like that one stricken from the record..."
Saturday, November 20, 2010
He arched a brow and couldn't help the grin that spread over his lips. "I can't promise to strike that from the record."
"You? Are MEAN. So much so that it HURTS." She said with an EPIC pout, obviously playing.
He snickered. "So what are our plans for tonight?"
"Well, I'm dressed for exercise... so... we can either go through some get-to-know-each-other training, we can find out more about each other, or we can totally make out." Yes, she said it all in the same serious tone. "Your choice!"
He arched his brow. "How old are you?"
"Like... mere WEEKS from being 18. So... I'm like, PRACTICALLY legal, you know?" This was the worst part of Phoebe: it was infuriatingly hard to tell if she was playing or serious.
He shook his head. "Let's go down to the training room and get you started on training..." he said trying to put the idea of anything tawdry out of his mind.